Blood oozes from lashed backsAttempt at penance for a bleak
futureThe flagellants' hungering screams of anguishEcho loudly in the valley of despair

For mutilation will be the psalm of
healingIn ominous times of plagueThe plague is hard but fair, it will cure usA mirror image of a flagellant processionIn
ominous times of plagueThe ashes will be strewn into the wind to welcome the Black Death

From town to town, village to
villageRespect is given to the whip and its peopleTheir foreboding screams of anguishEcho loudly in the valley of
despair

[Repeat Chorus:]

Pastore inscio In the town's graveyard are but blank headstonesThe final stillness has come,
fever and pain gone to the gravePastore inscio All contempt and woe is goneThe final stillness has come, in unison the lights
flicker out